What would Lobeira be without the Marian sanctuary of A Nosa Señora do Viso, the traveller might ask. Would it be everything and nothing at the same time? Well, it was, when there was still nothing. Or, better, when what there was was not a sanctuary, but a conception of telluric and astral worship that the nomads exercised in the highlands and dolmens of As Motas.
In the meantime, I should also ask myself whether or not the traveller has any reason to explore its high hills. Of course he does. And many of them.
You should only be guided by your own instinct and allow nature to do its job of reclaiming you. I know that, when the road points to other paths, the traveller will not travel them, disappointed.
We say Lobeira and, just like that, it seems that we are thinking, provoking the crowd, night stories of lycanthropy and full moon. Nothing is further from the reality, however. Although nothing denies the chronicles and nothing assures us, therefore, that there wouldn’t have been any. Although it is possible that if there had been, they would not have been alien to the knowledge of Xoaquín Lorenzo, his most illustrious and enlightened son.
We talk about Lobeira and as if it were a game of letters, the toponymy takes us to Leboreiro, as initiatory and referential as a motionless ally of the peasant armies that made the French Soult and Ney have to leave these lands in a hurry, all of them conspired in the famous Lobeira’s Board of Volunteers.